Love is a many-splendored thing
It's the April rose
That only grows in the early spring

Love is nature's way
Of giving
a reason to be living
The golden crown that makes a man a king

Once on a high and windy hill





In the morning mist two lovers kissed
And the world stood still
When our fingers touch my silent heart
Has taught us how to sing
Yes, true love's a many-splendored thing.

Once on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist two lovers kissed
And the world stood still
When our fingers touch my silent heart
Has taught us how to sing
Yes, true love's a many-splendored thing.